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IF THAT HIGH WORLD

By
Lord Byron


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If that high world, which lies beyond

Our own, surviving Love endears;

If there the cherish'd heart be fond,

The eye the same, except in tears ---

How welcome those untrodden spheres !

How sweet this very hour to die !

To soar from earth and find all fears

Lost in thy light --- Eternity !
 

It must be so:  'tis not for self

That we so tremble on the brink;

And striving to o'erleap the gulf,

Yet cling to Being's severing link.

Oh !   in that future let us think

To hold each heart the heart that shares;

With them the immortal waters drink,

And soul in soul grow deathless theirs !
 

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